March 25, 2004
YOUR HAND IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE
Just had a lovely lunch with an old friend, Bonnie Metzgar, who I hadn't seen in maybe 13 years. She asked me a question I'd never been asked: "So you like writing about music?" I had to take a good fifteen seconds to come up with something that wasn't just reflexive. And then I said, "Yes, I really do." (The attendant long boring qualification has been excised under the section of the S/FJ house rules concerning tempo and length of phrase.)
These are sometimes the moments when the floor gives way and the windows blow out and you end up covered with bits of "shatterproof" glass and you realize that you are truly living foul. And sometimes they're not.
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